Andrea Read

Soldier’s Wife in the Aftermath
March 18, 2019 Read Andrea


After the great war I stepped inside
to make sourdough bread.

That’s when you vanished, mi amor.

Last I saw, you were inside the cathedral
gnawing on a wooden pew.

I still dream about you.

Why, last night the two of us
were transporting a gigantic, precious sow
tawny and maned like a lion,
in the back of a blue truck.

Hallelujah! I slap my thigh
just thinking about it.

Andrea Read’s poems have appeared most recently in Barrow Street, Black Rabbit Quarterly, Copper NickelFIELDTupelo Quarterly, and The Missouri Review.  She lives in Somerville, Massachusetts.